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When I say my heart bleeds, I do not speak of its pumping function. I mean my heart feels like it has been stabbed repeatedly with a sharp knife, But I cannot break open my…
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When I woke up this morning, I could tell you exactly how my morning would go if you'd asked. I could tell you that although I got up 3 hours before my first lecture, I would just go to…
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It was a rather chilly and windy morning as I waved down a tricycle, clad in my shirt and pants on my way to work. Earlier that morning, it had rained heavily, leaving behind a…
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My grandma used to tell me that thunderstorms were a sign of Sango’s anger and thunder was his voice booming at the object of his ire. In science class, when my teacher taught me that…
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One, two, buckle my shoe. I rush out the door with only a minute to spare, Doing up my buttons as I go, My hair looks like I intentionally roughed it up, It would have to do.…
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Warning: HIGHLY CLASSIFIED INFORMATION If found, kindly return to any of my 72 women The matters of the heart are dicey. Give people your heart and in one move, they dice it.…
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I had previously read another book by Nnedi Okorafor of which I found the plot to be stressful and eventually could not finish but I didn’t want to write off the author because of…
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In a previous article, we wrote about the misconceptions about the symbol of medicine and how a simple mistake mixed with a little bit of ego could lead to confusion that outlives a…
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What can you make of the above picture? Symbols have always existed as lenses that appear small but magnify and help you see a bigger meaning even at a short glance. If you think…
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Ṣadé with the shimmering red beads  Ṣadé with the sashay in her walk Ṣadé with the sass in her tongue Ṣadé has kept my heart in a cage   Ṣadé leads me on a labyrinthine…
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